Last week I watched a dear friend (whom I had regrettedly not seen in 3 years) sit weeping beside the casket of her husband, and I couldn't seem to think of one comforting thing to say.
I watched three precious young boys' final farewell to their daddy as they walked out of the church behind his casket.
I watched a mother's heart breaking as she said her youngest son's name.
I listened to my husband and some of our closest friends sob as the minister glanced at them and quietly remarked they would have one less fraternity brother.
We've cried uncontrollably. We've laughed hysterically with our friends as we stayed up till 3am reliving stories about Chris (and hearing some for the first time, in my case). We've wondered why this had to happen. We've felt such regret for not getting back to see them for such a long time. We've wished that we would all just wake up tomorrow and realize that it was all just a bad dream. And our perspective has been changed.
I think one of our other friends summed it up best when he said (and I'm paraphrasing).....
"You know, if Chris knew that there was something bigger and better somewhere else, he would want to be the first of us to be there."
So true.
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